"If it still smarts I may have something medicinal." Not a cream or salve, an herbal remedy to chew or drink. It all depends. She didn't get the chance to properly admire Jaskier's bare buttocks. Is that a birthmark? High on the cheek and a little darker than his skin tone. Hardly the size of her littlest finger nail with a smaller twin scattered slightly higher....that's a birthmark. Her soapy hands start at the waist and work down. The oil and movement, oh his trousers too truly might have a bit of work to be done. It dries well, that she remembers.

"I was passing through to Aretuza and made a stop in Gors Velen. They have an open air market most seasons. One of the madams from the redlight district had taken it upon herself make a sundry of goods to pull more coin from patrons. Now, I would not find my joys but the clever old crone has such a collection. Madam de Carabas she calls herself because of all the puss she deals with." Bawdy humor of course, of course. By the time she reaches this point she is better acquainted with the cleft of his rump, still careful, still soapy hands getting the worst of the oil.

"Phillipa recommended it to be, in fact when I mentioned her by name Madam de Carabas had so many, many recommendations. I know so very much more about her now."